(picture not mine; credits to the owner) There I was lying on my bed with eyes firmly closed but with mind so widely awake that my racing thoughts can win any Olympic Marathon. For one hour or almost, I hope I finally would fall asleep, but nope, the dark got into me. The darkness and the silence kept me wide awake in the middle of the night until I finally got up and opened my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I instinctually looked up my room's ceiling where the stars I stuck there glowed so bright in the dark (yes, those are stars-shaped glow-in-the-dark figures I stuck to the ceiling so it would be like there are stars above me despite the darkness of my room). As I gaze at my stars, some lines from a well-loved song of mine started to play in my head "His mercy has always been written in the stars..." ...
